A/N: Muahaha! Another chap! Already! Wow, two chaps in one day, das a
record 4 me! This chap is a lil dark, just to let you know! Translations at
the bottom! Enjoy! And Review like you've never reviewed b4!
Chapter 9
Curses and Fear
Darkness. There were no lights, no lights but the one from the large fire that burned hot in the night.
A dark figure danced around it in a demonic ritual of rage and revenge.
Malfanion danced around the fire in his naked appearance, chanting spells and throwing dust into the fire, earning it to rise, feeding his rage.
How dare that insolent bitch. Did she think she was higher then him? That she was more powerful, just because she came from a strong bloodline? No, she is stupid to think so. He was determined to prove that.
The tree's shadows danced from the fire, and they seemed to weep at what he was intending to do.
"Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin. Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin.." He repeated his ritual of mixed old world spells and new ones of curses and fear. Getting louder all the time, till he was shouting it throughout the woods.
"Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin! Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin! Nevethiriel! Nwalmaer!" And with that he threw one last puff of dust in the fire, and it rose to an abnormal height. Malfanion fell to his knees and put his head between his legs.
Echo's of his curse spread throughout the land, seeking its purpose, seeking the being it was cast upon, seeking Nevethiriel.
~*~*~*~
In Rivendell, a party was being had in honor of the three visitors, and Estel, King of Gondor. Dancing and merry music was heard throughout as Elves of all shapes and sizes danced in the huge circle that was cleared for this purpose.
Ami twirled as she danced merrily with Legolas. Her hair was down, except for the bit that was pulled away from her face and pinned behind her head. The twirling and dancing however left small curly strands to cascade in her face.
Her cheeks flushed from the dancing. She wore a dark green gown that radiated her eyes. It twirled as she twisted and turned in Legolas' arms.
They laughed as they danced the traditional dances, Ami had never been happier. This was her dream.
Natalia sat nearby watching and laughing. A nervous Nurtaur walked up to her and bowed. She smiled kindly at him.
"Would you care to dance lady Nevduliniel?" Natalia looked him over. He wasn't at all as handsome as Legolas, but he had his own charm and beauty. Her smile widened.
"I would love to Nurtaur." He grinned as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
Elrond sat at his massive seat, grinning at the Elves before him. He loved this. He would smile even more when he saw how happy Nevethiriel looked. He was so happy she was well again. He didn't know what he would do if something happened to her.
Arwen danced with Aragorn. They too seemed to be enjoying themselves. Arwen with her adult domineer, and Aragorn with his playful, boyish ways. She would soon lighten up and would suddenly burst out in as much childish behavior as he. With her eyes filled with no more then love for him.
Merry and Pippin sat with Gimli, drinking the delicious Elven wine, and clapping along with the music every once and a while. When one of them would say something funny, Gimli would let out a full-hearted, gruff laugh, and slap the back of the one that had said it. He would more or less slap them to hard and cause them to fall from their seat, but they would only laugh and scramble back up for another drink.
Legolas twirled Nevethiriel around and round. Occasionally bursting into a handsome laugh, or a gorgeous smile. He thought She had never looked so beautiful before. With her flushed cheeks, and her hair falling in her face.
He loved the facial expressions she made as she danced. Almost playful. His light blue tunic and leggings did nothing short but bring out his eyes. Ami almost thought her heart would stop beating when he had come to escort her.
In an instant a slight echo could faintly be heard throughout the halls. It was so faint that it could only be heard if it was listened for.
It twisted and turned in its evil mission, seeking the fair being it would plague itself upon. It found her.
Ami was twirling around and round when she felt something hit her hard. It seemed to cut through her like sharp knives, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe.
She stopped twirling and placed her hand to her stomach. She threw a terrorized look at Legolas, and he stopped short.
"Neveth? What is wrong?"
The room was spinning, she felt dizzy, was it from all the twirling she had been doing? No. She felt it. Whatever it was was demonic and hateful. It felt like it was ripping at her insides.
Ami let out a gasp of pain as she leaned forward. Grasping for anything to hold her upright.
Legolas bolted forward and she leaned into him.
"Neveth? What is it? What is wro-" But before he could finish a bloodcurdling, painful scream left her lips and she jolted into a convulsion. Everyone stopped dancing and Elrond quickly stood from his seat.
Legolas did his best to hold on to her, as it seemed she was going mad. The music stopped as the musicians stood to see what was going on.
Legolas held on tight to Ami's wiggling body.
With one more big jolt she brought him to his knees, still holding her. Then she went limp in his arms.
At first Legolas was scared she had died, but soon he felt her breathe on his hands.
"Legolas." She whimpered.
Legolas turned her to face him. He was horrified at the expression of so much pain that was deeply etched into her face. And fear, there was so much fear there.
By that time Elrond had rushed to her side and knelt down beside her.
He felt her head. She was burning up. He felt his heart stop. The convolutions, the fever, the cries of pain, this was nothing new to come from Nevethiriel.
"Oh Elbereth, no, not again." He said under his breath.
Legolas looked at him. He was scared. He didn't know what was going on.
"My lord?"
Elrond looked at him.
"She has fallen ill again." Elrond said with tears in his eyes.
Legolas fell speechless.
Elrond turned.
"Someone quickly find the healer! Fast!" Someone turned and ran from the room.
Arwen and Natalia rushed up to them.
When Natalia saw Ami, her heart ached. She had never seen such pain on her friends face.
"Legolas." Her plea was faint, but it was heard.
Both Legolas' and Elrond's attention was shot back to her.
"Yes melamin, I am here." Legolas spoke softly as he caressed her face.
"Legolas." She whimpered again.
"I am here Neveth, I am here."
"What is happening to me? Natalia." Ami spoke, and Natalia immediately rushed to her side.
"Yes, mella, I am here too."
"Natalia, where am I? What is happening?"
Legolas and Elrond looked at them questionably.
Ami seemed to be going into two different worlds.
At times it looked like the beautiful room of the dinning halls, with so many loving faces looking down at her, then she seemed to be in her room, at home, in the world full of pain, but Natalia was in both, and sometimes, Natalia was the only person she saw.
Faintly Legolas would appear.
"Legolas." She whimpered again.
Legolas once again looked down at her. His eyebrows were narrowed with concern, and his mouth was in a fine line of fear.
"What is happening to me?" She said one last time before she blacked out, and everything went dark.
Nwalmaer= Tormented one
Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin. Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin = just some Elvish curses I found of sickness and fear
Chapter 9
Curses and Fear
Darkness. There were no lights, no lights but the one from the large fire that burned hot in the night.
A dark figure danced around it in a demonic ritual of rage and revenge.
Malfanion danced around the fire in his naked appearance, chanting spells and throwing dust into the fire, earning it to rise, feeding his rage.
How dare that insolent bitch. Did she think she was higher then him? That she was more powerful, just because she came from a strong bloodline? No, she is stupid to think so. He was determined to prove that.
The tree's shadows danced from the fire, and they seemed to weep at what he was intending to do.
"Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin. Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin.." He repeated his ritual of mixed old world spells and new ones of curses and fear. Getting louder all the time, till he was shouting it throughout the woods.
"Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin! Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin! Nevethiriel! Nwalmaer!" And with that he threw one last puff of dust in the fire, and it rose to an abnormal height. Malfanion fell to his knees and put his head between his legs.
Echo's of his curse spread throughout the land, seeking its purpose, seeking the being it was cast upon, seeking Nevethiriel.
~*~*~*~
In Rivendell, a party was being had in honor of the three visitors, and Estel, King of Gondor. Dancing and merry music was heard throughout as Elves of all shapes and sizes danced in the huge circle that was cleared for this purpose.
Ami twirled as she danced merrily with Legolas. Her hair was down, except for the bit that was pulled away from her face and pinned behind her head. The twirling and dancing however left small curly strands to cascade in her face.
Her cheeks flushed from the dancing. She wore a dark green gown that radiated her eyes. It twirled as she twisted and turned in Legolas' arms.
They laughed as they danced the traditional dances, Ami had never been happier. This was her dream.
Natalia sat nearby watching and laughing. A nervous Nurtaur walked up to her and bowed. She smiled kindly at him.
"Would you care to dance lady Nevduliniel?" Natalia looked him over. He wasn't at all as handsome as Legolas, but he had his own charm and beauty. Her smile widened.
"I would love to Nurtaur." He grinned as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
Elrond sat at his massive seat, grinning at the Elves before him. He loved this. He would smile even more when he saw how happy Nevethiriel looked. He was so happy she was well again. He didn't know what he would do if something happened to her.
Arwen danced with Aragorn. They too seemed to be enjoying themselves. Arwen with her adult domineer, and Aragorn with his playful, boyish ways. She would soon lighten up and would suddenly burst out in as much childish behavior as he. With her eyes filled with no more then love for him.
Merry and Pippin sat with Gimli, drinking the delicious Elven wine, and clapping along with the music every once and a while. When one of them would say something funny, Gimli would let out a full-hearted, gruff laugh, and slap the back of the one that had said it. He would more or less slap them to hard and cause them to fall from their seat, but they would only laugh and scramble back up for another drink.
Legolas twirled Nevethiriel around and round. Occasionally bursting into a handsome laugh, or a gorgeous smile. He thought She had never looked so beautiful before. With her flushed cheeks, and her hair falling in her face.
He loved the facial expressions she made as she danced. Almost playful. His light blue tunic and leggings did nothing short but bring out his eyes. Ami almost thought her heart would stop beating when he had come to escort her.
In an instant a slight echo could faintly be heard throughout the halls. It was so faint that it could only be heard if it was listened for.
It twisted and turned in its evil mission, seeking the fair being it would plague itself upon. It found her.
Ami was twirling around and round when she felt something hit her hard. It seemed to cut through her like sharp knives, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe.
She stopped twirling and placed her hand to her stomach. She threw a terrorized look at Legolas, and he stopped short.
"Neveth? What is wrong?"
The room was spinning, she felt dizzy, was it from all the twirling she had been doing? No. She felt it. Whatever it was was demonic and hateful. It felt like it was ripping at her insides.
Ami let out a gasp of pain as she leaned forward. Grasping for anything to hold her upright.
Legolas bolted forward and she leaned into him.
"Neveth? What is it? What is wro-" But before he could finish a bloodcurdling, painful scream left her lips and she jolted into a convulsion. Everyone stopped dancing and Elrond quickly stood from his seat.
Legolas did his best to hold on to her, as it seemed she was going mad. The music stopped as the musicians stood to see what was going on.
Legolas held on tight to Ami's wiggling body.
With one more big jolt she brought him to his knees, still holding her. Then she went limp in his arms.
At first Legolas was scared she had died, but soon he felt her breathe on his hands.
"Legolas." She whimpered.
Legolas turned her to face him. He was horrified at the expression of so much pain that was deeply etched into her face. And fear, there was so much fear there.
By that time Elrond had rushed to her side and knelt down beside her.
He felt her head. She was burning up. He felt his heart stop. The convolutions, the fever, the cries of pain, this was nothing new to come from Nevethiriel.
"Oh Elbereth, no, not again." He said under his breath.
Legolas looked at him. He was scared. He didn't know what was going on.
"My lord?"
Elrond looked at him.
"She has fallen ill again." Elrond said with tears in his eyes.
Legolas fell speechless.
Elrond turned.
"Someone quickly find the healer! Fast!" Someone turned and ran from the room.
Arwen and Natalia rushed up to them.
When Natalia saw Ami, her heart ached. She had never seen such pain on her friends face.
"Legolas." Her plea was faint, but it was heard.
Both Legolas' and Elrond's attention was shot back to her.
"Yes melamin, I am here." Legolas spoke softly as he caressed her face.
"Legolas." She whimpered again.
"I am here Neveth, I am here."
"What is happening to me? Natalia." Ami spoke, and Natalia immediately rushed to her side.
"Yes, mella, I am here too."
"Natalia, where am I? What is happening?"
Legolas and Elrond looked at them questionably.
Ami seemed to be going into two different worlds.
At times it looked like the beautiful room of the dinning halls, with so many loving faces looking down at her, then she seemed to be in her room, at home, in the world full of pain, but Natalia was in both, and sometimes, Natalia was the only person she saw.
Faintly Legolas would appear.
"Legolas." She whimpered again.
Legolas once again looked down at her. His eyebrows were narrowed with concern, and his mouth was in a fine line of fear.
"What is happening to me?" She said one last time before she blacked out, and everything went dark.
Nwalmaer= Tormented one
Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin. Thanga yassen templa, gorgamin = just some Elvish curses I found of sickness and fear
